Mb087. The Seventh Day Of The Battle Poem by Rajaram Ramachandran

MAHABHARATA

The world may rise or not,
The Sun does his job neat.
As usual the day broke,
At the due time-stroke.

The hour of the battle came,
Everyone tense became.
"Who'll lose what kind? "
It was hovering in their mind.

Duryodhana started grumbling.
"Every day, the war is going,
The devastation you're watching.
Why don't you do something? "

Bhisma consoled him and said,
"Stalwarts many are on our side,
Why are you so disheartened?
Soon they will be flattened."

Orders for the day he issued,
The day's battle then ensued.
In circular shape Kauravas stood.
In Vajravyuha pose Pandavas stood.

The chariot of Virata,
Was smashed by Drona.
Virata joined his son Sanga,
By then Drona killed Sanga.

Aswatthama next came in,
Who challenged Sikhandin.
Sikhandin was badly beaten,
And back to his base he ran.

Duryodhana lost his horse,
By Dhrishtadyumna's force.
He was picked in Sakuni's chariot
In a safe place he was then kept.

On another front Bhima,
Was engaged by Kritavarma,
Who ran away wounded.
By Bhima he was hounded.

Ghatotkacha, the war giant,
He played his role gallant.
But he had to go back,
As all were at his back.

The arrows of Sahadeva,
Hit very badly Salya
His charioteer driving skill
It saved him from the kill.

Yudhishthira came at noon,
His action he started soon.
He smashed the opposition
It resulted in its demoralization.

Duryodhana's brothers three,
They came running there,
To attack young Abhimanyu,
But Bhima came to his rescue.

Meanwhile there came Bhisma,
To challenge against Abhimanyu,
But Arjuna rushed to save him,
The other Pandavas joined him.

Bhisma tackled all the five.
Abhimanyu was saved alive.
By sunset they became tired,
Back to their tents all retired.